tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799022742404574468.post7186243634190756682..comments2023-06-19T04:23:58.365-07:00Comments on Tired Dispatcher: Awww... The Bliss of Ignorancetired.dispatcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09839269787007770164noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-799022742404574468.post-80854021849292988792009-08-04T10:21:08.528-07:002009-08-04T10:21:08.528-07:00From an Officer to you a Dispatcher. I would like...From an Officer to you a Dispatcher. I would like to thank you for your service. <br /><br />I loved my dispatchers. They were my life line. They knew even when my partner and I were in the thick of a fight, running, punching jumping, they knew it was us, calling for back up when we couldnt get to our radio's, kept talking to us through the radio's while we were fighting for our lives at times. <br /><br />We always thanked our gals and guys on the other end of that radio. On slower nights we would sneak down and deliver pizza's to the crews, bring donuts, coffee and home baked goods. We appreciated them then, we appreciate them now. It was awesome to see the face behind the voices we heard every single night. The voices that greeted us when we came up on the air and said we were clear to roll. The jokes and computer messages sent back and forth to keep us awake and alive. <br /><br />Before I get all misty eyed about our guys and gals in Chicago, I wanted to say THANK YOU, for a sometimes thankless, stressful, wonderful job, and thanks for making my job easier.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com